I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
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And pictures of you and I'm not coming out
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Until this is all over
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And I'm looking through the glass where the light bends
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At the cracks
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And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
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The echoes belong to someone
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Someone I used to know
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And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
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I want to walk through the empty streets
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With something constant under my feet,
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But all the news reports recommend that
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I stay indoors
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Because the air outside will make our cells
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Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
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Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
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And (that's when), (That's when) That's when we'll explode
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(and it won't be a pretty sight)
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And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
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We Will Become Silhouettes
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| The Shins |
